The pomegranate launches into first place with first sip, a gentle flavor that is a pleasant juxtaposition to the curt carbonation. Acai is unfortunately muted here, serving more as intricacy to the aforementioned flavor more so than on its own, introducing an earthy bite to the already incult effervescence. Saccharinity is achieved via fructose, twenty one grams of real sugar, one that caters to the naturalness of the experience and not necessarily the fruits. The white grape, often a superfluous ingredient to bulk out a juice content, does just that here, and any sips it can break into it brings nothing but ribald sugariness. The experience climaxes without climax, an unsatisfying end where things simply stop suddenly, leaving a very clean aftertaste but nothing to remind you of your current potation. In the end, this is a more daring drink than the other Phyzix, but lamentably that is about all distinct here.
There is eighty milligrams of caffeine, some guarana, ginseng, green tea, maca root, yerba mate, and B vitamins, among others. Any kick is about what you would expect from an eight ounce can with the aforesaid quantity of my namesake; about an hour and a half long buzz.